Just like Kristoff, Chance said nothing after Kristoff told him about his and Malcom's history.
All he did was stare at him for a while.
''Yes, I know. Fucked up, I allowed himself to be turned out by some- I can't even blame him, it has to do with me as much as it has to do with him."
Kristoff paused.
"We both were damaged, him dealing with the shit he saw his mother do and then losing her and me being naïve. Maybe if I hadn’t initiated the first move, or made him think it was ok to come onto me and do all those things."
Chance place a hand on Kristoff's thigh. "You couldn't have known that it would come to this. You were simply experimenting. Young, and tried to get away, but he used your past to hold you captive time and time again."
Kristoff looked up at Chance. "I'm not too worried though, Malcom doesn't have the guts to bring this to the media."
"Are you such?"
"If he outs me, he risks outing himself. Besides,
After a long while of silent and both men coming out of their sexual high, Kristoff was the one to speak first. He rolled to his side to face Chance, then kissed his nose."So, I know that you are the Alpha/Dominant male and all, but you should be bottom every once in a while You know, make this a versatile thing." Kristoff said.Chance thought for a while, "umm. Nah. There will be no flip-fucking.""How come on? You can't expect me to be on the receiving end all the while. Now do you?" Kristoff complained.''I'm dominant, you're submissive and that's that.''''But I want to be between your ass too.''"I'll think about." Chance replied, but deep down he knew there was nothing to think to do. He had thought about it a lot already and he had already decided that he would always be on top and would never allow Kristoff to penetrate him.''Such a hardass.''Chance pressed a hard kiss to Kristoff's lips. “Stop thinking so hard
"The laundry mat? So you really don't have anyone washing for you?'"No. I wash my own clothes.''"By hand?''"No, my foot.''''How?''Chance glanced at Kristoff over the top of a jeans pants.''You can be so dumb sometimes.""I don't know how these things work. I mean, I thought you had someone doing it for you or a robot at least.''Chance shook his head, ''so clueless.''Chance told Kristoff to hold the door as he walked through it with the laundry basket. Kristoff slapped his ass on his way out.''I love to see your ass in tight jeans.''"Pervert.'' Chance said over his shoulder.''Only for you.''"How far is this place, anyway?'' Kristoff asked when Chance pushed the button to the ground floor.''Just across the road.''When the two got there, only two people were doing either loading or unloading the machines.''That's it?''''Yes.'' Chance place the basket do
"Is this going to take the entire day? Because there are better things I rather do than to wash.''''Stop complaining. Neither of us has anything to do. Instead of going to work, you held me captive in my own home. I can't even do my interview or work because of you.'' Chance playfullypushed Kristoff."When you are with me you don't need to work.""And when we break up?""Are you planning on breaking up with me?""No, but I'm just saying. I want my own success. This isn't 50 Shades of Gray.""No, but it is 50 shades of gay."Chance howled with laughter after that, "you say the dumbest things.""But they get you laughing."Chance pulled Kristoff closer to him. "You are so annoying." He gave him a kiss after saying."You like this annoying ass. Speaking of which. Did you decide if you are going to be bottom every once in a while?""Not yet." Chance kissed him again, then pulled away.After separa
For the entire time they were at the laundry mat, Kristoff remained silent. Making it known to Chance that the possibility of their relationship being thrown out there in the public was a problem to Kristoff. He just wasn't saying it.Which made Chance wonder what was going to happen with them.Would Kristoff leave if Malcom was serious and leak the photos? Or stay like he claimed.''Ok, that's the last of my shirts.''Kristoff said nothing. All he did was help Chance carry one of the laundry basket back to his apartment.Once in the elevator, Chance open to speak the words on his mind.''Look, if you want to do damage control or go, or do whatever. Feel free to go. I'm not going to hold you back or prevent you from leaving.''''Will you shut up? I'm trying to brainstorm here.''''Oh, well. Maybe we can put our heads together.''''Not now.'' Kristoff said, stepping out of the elevator as soon as it dinged.'
After a week, Chance was afraid to leave his apartment because Malcom told the media where he lived.So he now wasn't able to go on his interview, then again he didn't have to because the three places that were interested in him told him to not show up.He asked why and they told him they have reasons. One even down right told him they don't believe in hiring people of his sexual status.Chance sighed as he stared out the window, where scores of people were gathered. Waiting for him to come out and snap photos.His phone buzz, flashing an unknown number across the screen.He sighed, knowing that it is just another paparazzi trying to get the 'dirty.'His phone buzzed again, but this time it was his sister. Which he ignored because she, too, was trying to find something out. She even went as far as giving an interview. Lying about the time she saw them.Of all the people he knee in his life, Chance never thought his own sister. Foster
For almost a month, Chance couldn't get over Kristoff, blaming himself for falling for him, for believing that he would actually stay, believing his words and lies.For a second, Chance allowed himself to play with the thought that Stefan would come crashing through his door. He even played with the thought that maybe, just maybe, Kristoff would go public and profess his love for and they can be together again.But it was only just wishful thinking and mindless dreaming, because those things never happened. He never came. Kristoff went silent and off radar.The only thing the media had on him was the success of his business.Truth be told, this was the first time since the age of eighteen did the media could not cover anything on one of Kristoff's antics. It was as if he had disappeared from earth.And so did Malcom. After seeing that no one was interested in him, he finally got the picture and went into hiding or was put to shame by the many socia
Kristoff got out of his car when he saw the female from the grocery store leaving. They both looked around before she signalled for him to follow her.''Hey.''''Hey.''''How is he doing?''''Not good, he was crying.'' Abigail told Kristoff, hanging her head.''Damn it.''''I think it's ok though. He didn't have a bad thing to say about you.''''Good, thank you for making sure he is ok for me.''''You're welcome. Oh, and whatever you are planning, please hurry. I don't think he can hold on any longer.''Kristoff sighed. ''I know, but I can't just rush this thing. I have to do it when the time is right, the world will know not to fuck with us again.''Abigail offered him a smile. ''Good.'' She walked off after.''Wait, your payment.''''Kristoff pulled out an envelope of cash, then passed it to her.Abigail looked down it at in her hands. "You really don't have to. I meant it when I said I care
"So dear, what is your decision?" Krystal placed a hand on her husband. She was hoping that he would go easy on Kristoff. But the look on his face said otherwise.''My decision?'' He gave Kristoff a hard look, ''is for you to do whatever the hell you want. I know that even with my input, you would still go out of the do so either way."Kristoff scoffed, then pushed his chair back and got up."Well, this will be the last time I ever speak to this family. And father, I am no longer a sponsor to your company.""You self-""No, you are the self fuck. After all, I have done to not let your company fail, you never told me thanks once. You treated me as if I was an outsider for years, acted as if I was nothing to you. So for you to say I'm self, I must have inherited it.""And mother, goodbye."Kristoff stood in the doorway. Just as he was about to exist, his father stopped him."You want to know why I'm so hard on you?"
A naked Chance looked down at the beach below the balcony to the room he and Kristoff were staying in. As they honeymooned in Sardina, Italy. He watched Kristoff as he walked up the shore, with his surfboard in hand, flipping his hair out of his eyes. Chance stayed like that as he took a deep breath, drinking in the salty sea air and staring out of the beautiful clear water. "Missed me? Sexy." Kristoff said, slapping Chance on the bare ass. Chance turned to him, "maybe." Kristoff kissed Chance’s chest, then wrapped his hands around him "I sure wish you would come surfing with me, but you can't swim." Kristoff teased. "Have you ever seen a fish walking on land?" Kristoff laughed, "no but I'm sure if they could grow legs, they wouldn't leave the surface." "I'm sure there would be one who wouldn't want to venture." Kristoff rolled his eyes, "so what are you going to do today?" "Let me show you." Cha
"I feel so nervous." Kristoff said, while he put on his white jacket. "I know man, this must be tough. Last day of being a free man. I don't think I could do it." Duncan said. "Can you shut up for once? This is a special day for Kristoff and Chance. There is no need to talk shit." Justin snapped at him, pushing up his glasses. "No need to get your panties in a twist, I'm just saying." "Well, say less!" Justin snapped again. There was a knock on the door, then Chance's voice came. "Kristoff, can I talk to you for a minute?" "Chance, don't you know it is bad luck to see the bride, rather groom, before the wedding?" Duncan asked, while struggling to do his cuffs. "Can you shut up!" Justin yelled. He was getting annoyed with Duncan's nonsense, trying to freak them out before the big moment. Kristoff stepped out of the room. “Yeah. What is-" Kristoff stopped what he was about to ask, to smile at Chance. "You look ama
Just as Kristoff rolled over, ready to enjoy the warmth of Chance, the alarm went off.Kristoff groaned, kicking his legs in frustration."How come on, can we get a little lay in?""We can relax all we want after the wedding and when we are on our honeymoon." Chance mumbled."You're right, but I miss our little cuddles where people call our phones and yell at us for being late. But can't do anything about it because we are their bosses."Chance chuckled, pulling him close to him. "I miss it too, but we have a wedding to plan.""I know and I can't wait to get my last name changed."After the two finally got out of bed, they head to Loey's planning services. Where Loey was waiting to take them cake tasting, because she was right. Neither of them like the cakes Chance suggested."Good, you two are on time. So, I know that you both are excited about your wedding but, I have some sad news. Someone has booked the garden."
"Kris, over here!" Chance called out, waving for his fiancé to come over. They exchanged a kiss when Kristoff got over to him. "What took you so long?" Chance asked. "Meeting after meeting, and lunch rush hour." Kristoff rolled his eyes, taking his coat off, and throwing it on the back of a chair. "Don't let him bully you. The wedding planner isn't even here yet. She is having car trouble." Aurora told Kristoff, skipping through the catalog of a fashion magazine. Kristoff flopped down in the chair, pouring himself some champagne then kicked his leg up on the small stool before him. "How can a wedding planner be late? Shouldn't she be the first one here? Or at least, have someone here to help her out?" Kristoff asked, taking a sip from his drink. "I was wondering the same thing, we have been waiting for a while now." Chance said, as he sat around a decorated table, scrolling through his phone. "What are you looking at?"
"Is everything all set?" Chance asked, looking himself over in the mirror, while fixing his tie, even though nothing was wrong with it. "Yes, everything was ready to go since this morning, and was only waiting for the guests to arrive." Aurora said, smiling brightly. "Why do I feel so nervous?" Chance asked, shaking his hands to get rid of the weak feeling they had. "I don't know, I feel happy. I can't wait for you to announce the wedding date." Aurora clapped, fixing her brother's hair so that it was no longer in his eyes. "Thanks." Aurora hugged him, "I so happy for you, but come. Let's go. I'm sure Kristoff and everyone else are waiting for you. This is a big deal after all." When Chance got to the top of the stairs, he saw Kristoff looking dashing in a well tailored white suit waiting for him. "Good luck." Aurora winked at Kristoff, then gave Kristoff a small hug as she passed him to go down the stairs. "Finally." K
"Hey there." Kristoff went up behind Chance, carrying a brown bag and two cups of coffee."Hey." Chance smiled at him, taking one of the coffee."How are things going?""With all the interviews, it's boring and I haven't found the suitable candidates to help me run this place or even carry out a simple field research. I'm starting to think that all these people only came just because they it’s me.""Don't worry, the right people will come your way soon enough.""Still haven't heard from your sister?""No, after a week and with the company depleting more and more, I would think she would have sold the company, but she is trying to be a hard ball. I give her another week.""I need help to carry out all these interviews, its getting annoying and working my head in." Chance said, before taking a bite out of his sandwich."I think I know what can help." Kristoff told him, then left to lock the doors.When he entered the
"Chance, you are not going to like this." Kristoff said, as he scrolled through his Instagram page."Like what?" Chance asked, as he backed out of the driveway.Kristoff held up his phone for Chance to see when he stalled the car."The secret son of Donavon Spence." Chance read the headlines aloud. Then looked at Kristoff."What?" Kristoff asked."This has Tamara written all over it, but maybe if you didn't tell her.""Everyone would have known, eventually."Chance took the phone, reading the article for Kristoff to hear.'It seems as if Chance, the boyfriend to Kristoff Pantovic, is living a fairy-tale life. Going from nothing but a street kid to Kristoff's soon to be husband, now it's alleged that he is the son of Donavon Spence, business tycoon.''What's next is for this twenty-plus years old, living a Cinderella life?'"Fairy-tale? Cinderella?" Chance scoffed."Seems as if we both had people in our live
Kristoff rolled to his back, now becoming awake. He looked at the time to see that I was only four-fifteen in the morning.He then rolled to his side to look at Chance, who was sleeping peacefully. He touched his face, then ran his hand down to his chest before forcing him to his back.Chance groaned in his sleep as he felt something on his hips. His groans soon turned to moans in his half awake sleep as he felt something wet and warm sucking on him.Chance's toes curled as it moved to his balls, then back to his cock."Damn." The sucking caused him to jerk fully from his sleep, trying to push the person away."Will you stop and enjoy?" Kristoff grumbled."Kris?" Chance said in a husky voice."Who else were you expecting, the tooth fairy?" Kristoff pushed his hand away to go back to his task of pleasing Chance.Chance opened his legs wider, giving Kristoff a better access.When Kristoff circled his tongue around the tip
"How do I look?" Kristoff asked, as he turned this way and that, looking at himself in the mirror."Like you always do, handsome." Chance went up behind him and enfold him into a hug."I'm so nervous about this dinner." Kristoff said, turning around to face Chance."Why?""Because Mr Spence is my business partner. What if I fuck this up?""Well, tonight you are my boyfriend and a friend of the family. So relax." Chance told him, while fixing his gold studded cuff links."Thanks." Kristoff kissed him."Good, now. Let's go so we aren't late."When Chance got in the car, after debating about how should drive. Kristoff stared at him from the passenger's side."There is something you should know. I have a son and a wife."It was a good thing Chance hadn’t started driving, because he knew he would crash.“My son came about after college. I had a fling with the dean's daughter and I married my wife onl